Chapter 2361: Is a ruthless person

  Meg heard it and saw that it was a little boy, only about 1.2 meters tall. He looked thin and weak. He was wearing a brand-new school uniform, but he could still feel that the small face of the loose school uniform was a thin body.
  However, his eyes are red at the moment, looking at the testing teacher aside with expectation.
  "Baker, your height is not up to the requirement. According to the rules, you cannot participate in this course. Wait until you grow taller next year." Sheila stepped forward and patted the little boy on the shoulder comfortingly.
"But... I really want to learn how to cook with Mr. McGonagall. He is my idol! I want to be a good cook like him." The little boy named Baker said with a bit of frustration, bowing his head, forbearance. I couldn't help sobbing, "I...I can really lift that pot."
Sheila sighed and looked at McGonagall who was standing aside.
   "I can give you a chance. If you can lift the pot with one hand, you will be admitted." McGonagall walked over and looked at Baker and said.
  Baker raised his head and looked at McGonagall who was wearing a black and white chef's uniform. His eyes lit up and he was surprised: "You...you are the chef Mr. McGonagall!"
  "Here, you can call me Teacher McGonagall." McGonagall smiled and said, "I've given you the opportunity. It's up to you whether you can grasp it or not."
   "I will succeed." Baker nodded his head seriously, and walked towards the iron pot with a mouthful of water.
  The iron pot plus the half pot of water weighs more than ten kilograms.
   Holding a pot handle to lift a ten-jin iron pan is completely different from simply lifting a ten-jin weight.
  Mastering one's own pot is the most basic requirement of a chef, which is why McGonagall set up this test.
  If you can't even play with your own pot, how can you become a chef?
  The eyes of everyone present turned to Baker, and secretly encouraged him.
   "Baker, come on!" Sheila encouraged her.
  Baker came to the iron pot on the ground, took a deep breath, stretched out his thin hand and grabbed the handle of the pot.
"stand up!"
  Baker yelled and lifted it up hard, his face flushed, but the pot shook, and it was only less than ten centimeters away from the ground before it fell back to the ground.
"Ugh."
  Everyone sighed. They thought that this kid who chased his dream could break out a miracle, but now it seems that the miracle did not happen.
  Only McGonagall still looked at Baker, and his eyes became more and more admiring.
  Because the child did not give up, not even frustrated.
  He rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, revealing a pair of thin hands. He stabilised the horse's steps more firmly. The little hands grasped the pot handle from below and let the top of the pot handle rest on his forearm.
   took a deep breath, then he gritted his teeth and lifted it up.
  The blue veins on his thin arms were violent, and Baker’s blushing expression was a bit sullen, but the iron pot, which was not light for an adult, was actually lifted.
   And this time it is not a flash in the pan, but a steady rise.
  Baker’s forehead began to sweat, his arms and legs were shaking, the iron pan was shaking, and the water inside was shaking from side to side.
  The scene was silent again. Everyone watched this scene, even holding their breath.
  Baker gritted his teeth and stared at the iron pan in front of him. The iron pan shook and splashed, but it was rising slowly.
  Finally, Baker stood up straight and raised the iron pan over his chest.
   "Success!"
   Sheila exclaimed in surprise.
  The students and teachers onlookers also cheered.
  Baker's somewhat pale face showed a slight smile. When he relaxed, the iron pan could no longer be held, the iron pan slipped, and his body fell back a little shake.
   "Baker!" Sheila exclaimed.
  At this moment, one hand held the falling iron pan and held Baker's fallen body from behind.
  The heavy iron pan was firmly grasped, without a drop of water spilled out.
   But Baker was supported by McGonagall with one hand and did not fall to the ground.
   "Mr. McGonagall, I succeeded!" Baker was slightly stunned, then looked at McGonagall and said excitedly.
   "Yes, you succeeded." McGonagall smiled and lifted him upright, and looked at him approvingly, "You have been admitted, the first student of the first advanced class of God of Cooking."
   "Really?! Great! Thank you!" Baker danced excitedly.
  Sheila breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Baker was okay, and a smile appeared on her face when she heard McGonagall’s words.
  At first, she thought that the conditions set by McGonagall were too harsh and impersonal, but at this moment, she saw some light in McGonagall's body.
  Isn’t the opportunity that the child strives for more attractive than the human touch?
   McGonagall glanced at the black green on Baker's arm pressed by the pot, and his heart moved slightly. The child's disposition made him very satisfied.
  A person who can be cruel to himself, as long as he is given a chance, he will easily become a talent.
   "Thank you teachers and aunts for your help, let us complete the next interview. It's work." McGonagall, Sheila and others said.
  "This is the list of children who have passed the screening. Teacher McGonagall can come to me at any time if there is any need." Sheila gave a list to McGonagall, and then left with the other teachers and aunts.
   McGonagall looked at the list of thirty-nine people in his hand. This is not the final list of students. He needs to conduct a simple interview with them to see if they can become a chef.
  What he wants to cultivate is to be able to be a chef in the future, not to cultivate an extracurricular interest for the children.
  They may have chosen him for various reasons, but the only requirement for him to choose these kids is that they truly aspire to become a chef.
  "Is this the training teacher? His clothes look so cool!"
   "I heard that the teacher is the most powerful chef in Nolan mainland! He is also the most expensive chef, if only he can eat his dishes."
   "Then we learn to cook with him, will we also become a great chef?"
   "It should be okay to be full."
  The students standing beside each other whispered, their faces filled with expectation.
When McGonagall heard what they said, the corners of his mouth turned slightly, he put away the list, walked in front of the children, and smiled: "Hello classmates, I am your chef training teacher McGonagall, thank you for trusting and choosing my course. Next, I will take you to visit the training center, and then I will conduct the final interview with you. The students who passed the interview are the students of the first advanced class of God of Cooking."
   "Okay!" the children agreed in unison.
   "Come in." McGonagall took out the key and opened the door of the training center. At present, only Luna and him have the key to the training center in Hope Academy.
"Wow!"
  The students who followed McGonagall looked at the magnificent training center on the first floor and let out a neat exclamation.